The lost joys of Summer

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The Spring had gone a long away,
Summer was said to be on its way,
But something happened that we dread to know,
All joys of Summer suffered so low.

It was a time admist of May,
When the Summer days were not so gray,
All children on the verge of dusk --
Went out to play without a mask.

The evenings were filled with the cricket's sound,
And the bark of our neighbour's greyhound,
Now all the sound comes from TV or phone--
All the fun seems long time gone.

Though missed a Summer won't miss the next,
With all precautions would do the rest,
We all hope a Summer soon--
And a whole night with a big bright moon.

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